We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

If Thou Art Something Bring Thy Soul And Interchange With Mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

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